Chapter 375 "Triumphant"

The new Nord soldiers hid in the logistics department of the 4th Skadi Regiment. His regiment was almost wiped out. This situation can be seen everywhere in the PDF. The first wave of PDFs that fought against the enemy died in just a moment. Now, the remaining ones are basically all engineering soldiers who can retreat immediately.

Now the artillery fire is continuous and the thunder is continuous. He is like a child curled up in a thunderstorm night, hiding from the raindrops in a small tent built with rags, watching other companions around him who are covered in filth and look collapsed numbly taking emergency food boiled into paste with starch blocks.

He was granted a rest, more because these people are useless at present, but not useless. The construction and casting in the future will require this group of coolies, but they will be useless after the war.

But at this moment, warm food cannot restore the vitality of this poor man. He swallows the unpalatable sticky porridge like a puppet without a soul, and listens quietly to the long-lasting artillery fire of the earth-shaking cannon.

After about three hours, the noise stopped, and there was only intermittent artillery fire. He was soon pulled out by a strange sergeant and told in an ordering tone.

"Dear soldiers of PDF, the war is over, and the 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment has won an overwhelming victory. Now your responsibility is to collect the enemy's spoils. This is an enviable job, and you know the rules. 70% must be handed in, especially heavy firearms or valuable pocket watches, but if you can find good stuff like chocolate, cigarettes, and alcohol, take it away."

"You can also distribute the scrap iron or other things that are worth recycling that have been blown into pieces, but in my opinion, there is probably nothing left in this war."

Nord was grabbed by the officer's forearm, and he felt the pain there because he was overworked. Secondly, the officer, as a soldier on the front line, was stronger than him and had more and better food.

But he didn't know where he got the courage to ask. "Aren't we hyenas? Eating the rotten meat that the Imperial Guard doesn't want?"

The next moment, he felt that his arm didn't belong to him. This sentence touched the officer's sore spot. Yes, the Imperial Guard looked down on those trash, but what could he do? Leave them to those scavengers? Or the perverts of the Corpse Order?

He could only look at the new recruit with malicious eyes, and then spoke. "Go to Area A!"

Area A refers to the core point touched by the bombardment. If you go there, don't expect to get any more benefits. You are lucky to see twisted metal fragments. At the same time, there are the most broken meat and broken limbs here, and there is also the risk of facing enemies who are pretending to be dead all around.

But for Nord, it doesn't make any difference. Even if he picks up something, he probably can't take it back. Those broken food fragments or scattered drinks on the ground are worthless, and the useful guns are not what he can carry.

He could only be forced to raise his shovel and walk to the place where he had just dug. To be honest, time has passed. At this moment, there is constant smoke and flames burning on the ground. The place where he dug building fragments in his memory was not like this, but the Empire turned it into a hell on earth in just three hours.

He held his breath because the stench of sulfur made him uncomfortable. The heat that had completely evaporated here had not yet dissipated, and it seemed stuffy. The ground was full of gray marks and sunken craters, and he often found black carbonized materials in the debris on the ground.

He hoped that it was the remains of furniture, but he understood that this thing was probably a beating heart of a person or a stomach that was digesting something a few hours ago, but now it looked like just a black stone, not even worth making a tombstone for it.

Then he could only walk to the outside of the landing point, because this place was equivalent to a desert, and he didn't want to return empty-handed.

Because according to the requirements, a person must bring something worth more than 60 credit points, otherwise there will be no dinner, and its value is about the same as a bottle of decent Amsette. For example, in the area away from the battle line, this is not difficult, and a gun that can still fire is far more valuable than it.

But there are only strange charcoal blocks and worthless craters here, and when he came to the edge of the battlefield in this area, he saw fragments that looked decent.

It was parts of several people scattered on the ground, just like the scene he saw on the Geluo beast meat stall in the Hive City Market, but he knew the hands, feet, and chests, and even had them himself. That association instantly made him want to vomit, but he had to get enough things, because if he wanted PDF to survive and not become a gang or an outlaw, he had to abide by the rules.

He resisted the nausea and stepped into the fragments, picking up one after another, taking the weapons off the arms that were tightly holding the guns, and the trigger of that gun was broken, and the clip of the next one was broken. In this way, his carrying basket was full, and at the same time, in order to get personal benefits, he touched the pockets on the fragments.

Blood wet his palms, and in a trance he felt something crawling up his hands. He suppressed his nausea and emphasized that those things were illusions, while taking out several beautiful pocket watches or necklaces.

At this point, he had enough. Being a soldier did not have the limelight he imagined, nor did he stand out or make a fortune. There was only death, pain, and fatigue. After a sharp pain in his head, he felt that he had reached his limit.

He hated this fortress, the so-called lords, the Imperial Guard, the Imperial Navy, the Astartes, and the officers of the pdf, those high-ranking and violent people who made people more and more sad. The cloth wiped away the mess, but the resentment towards the empire in his head became huge for no reason.

Finally, he angrily raised a piece of gravel and smashed it against the mud-like corpses. After a muffled sound, the pieces of flesh instantly turned into rotten flesh. He was surprised that his strength increased for no reason, and then It felt like such destruction gave him endless satisfaction.

He suddenly realized that he still had a long time, and there were even more opportunities. And at some point, he felt that many brothers were underground, beside him, and around him...

At this point, he felt extremely huge in his heart, and a high willpower accepted him, a willpower that was different from the indifference of the empire and him, and this supreme god was descending from his nest and slowly opened his false eyes, Those eyes were not material, mimetic, and empty. They licked the corners of their mouths humanely, lifelike, and then confirmed that their big game had gradually begun.

The Imperial Guard now knows nothing about this matter. The logistics department of the 4th Skadi Infantry Regiment is dealing with another victory of their own. For them, it is like a daily routine, and it is even more difficult to deal with a few thugs without heavy firepower. It's simple and easy, but every victory is worth a fortune.

In front of the long table, the boy Letling took the cooked food from the field cooking truck and handed it to his brothers. The ensign cut the fragrant steak, put the food into his mouth, and opened his mouth while chewing.

"It's a rare dinner party. God knows whether we will die next time, but this war still makes me feel something is wrong."

he asked the Master Chief of the Doomhawk. "You don't feel psychic energy?"

The think tank sergeant replied. "No, not at all, but those people have indeed become infinitely powerful, not afraid of death, and their physical strength has become higher. They even remain rational, not stimulants, and they have an inexplicable tacit understanding that can easily achieve the results that only the legions who have been tempered for thousands of times can achieve. tacit understanding.”

His rich war experience allowed him to quickly summarize the general situation. This time the Imperial Guard won because of its rich equipment and powerful firepower. Although the quality of individual soldiers was not necessarily weaker, losses were not inevitable.

The captain echoed. "The addition of poison blades and earth-shaking cannons is really a clever plan, but it will take us a full 30 hours to go back and forth. I hope that the civil war situation will not change much in the 15 hours we go back."

The battle situation was changing rapidly, and his worries were not groundless. The lieutenant cut into juicy steaks and paired them with some good drinks, trying to drive away the worries in his heart. Although he was already good enough to fight quickly regardless of the cost, but facing the red pirate, You can't be too cautious.

He spoke again. "Chief of Staff, I see that the local pdf engineering team is working very hard. Our engineering team is also a bit lacking. Although they are not Skadi people, the speed of clearing gravel debris is still remarkable..."

The loyalist who graduated from Zhongsi Academy nodded. "It's really good. It's good to just be able to maintain that momentum. The upper levels need a lot of manpower to strengthen the defense. Bring them with you and I'll make arrangements right away."

The captain nodded, and the officers continued to eat. They had no idea that the conspiracy against the human race was constantly fermenting.

At the same time, in the void, the large force found the interceptor team that was suffering from hypoxia within a few hours of exploration. They remained unconscious for half an hour under low oxygen conditions. The empire was a step too late. When they returned to the fortress, the battlefield Doctors and the Chief Physician of the Imperial Navy determined that the brain damage was caused by excessive flight and prolonged lack of oxygen.

These three Imperial Navy heroes are likely to suffer from Alzheimer's disease in the second half of their lives, and it is no longer possible to fly fighter jets at the same time. They must stay away from the sky, void, aircraft, and even travel long distances within their ability.

At this point, they are lucky and unlucky. The once-flying sky eagle has now landed and is incomplete. Rather than limping forward, they may regret not killing themselves with the firearms they wore. And maybe after this, the nest will be confusing. Qingmi's tavern has three more regulars.

Although Alan Bair awarded them the Empire's Terra Star Badge, this incident prevented them from even serving as instructors. The feeling of falling to the ground from a high altitude was uncomfortable and suffocating. They even had to say goodbye in a hurry inside the Emperor-class battleship. Without a chance to become friends, these three warriors were declared retired.

The three soldiers were unconscious in the best medical room in the fortress. Super-skilled surgeries tried their best to make them non-disabled, but it was uncertain whether the massive nerve necrosis would leave them with mental illness or memory loss.

This sad news made Alan Bayer a little sad. It was also happy that they survived. He reconfirmed with the senior admiral of the Imperial Navy in the holographic image.

"Are you sure they can't fly?"

The admiral replied. "I'm not a doctor, but I've seen situations like this. In most cases, it's like this. Their central nervous systems suffer massive necrosis. Although the empire's technology is powerful, it's still not enough to imitate real human brains. They don't have disabilities. It’s the result of the surgery performed by the chief doctor and the biological sage at the same time.”

Alan Beyer thought for a while. "There is a powerful biological sage on Panlan that I know. He is researching experiments to re-grow human limbs based on the biological system of Tyranids. Although it is dangerous, it may allow them to return to the blue sky."

"Using aliens?" The admiral showed a bitter expression.

"The source of this experiment is the crazy research of the former Governor of the Foundry. I know there may be dangers behind it. Under normal circumstances, this technology requires a full five hundred years to confirm, five hundred years of practice, and five hundred years of use before spending another five hundred years. years of popularity.”

"But I want to make sure that if those three people are willing, I can arrange a special recovery operation after the war, keep the whole process confidential, and at the same time obtain valuable living materials."

His words were a bit ruthless, but very realistic. It might be the best choice for them. The Governor's experiment has reached an advanced stage. This matter lasted for ten years. The Zerg method was used to implant universal embryos to re-grow the lost places. out, but whether they will become genestealers or not, no one knows.

Alan Bayer speculated that as long as they encountered a large-scale invasion of bugs in their lives, there would be no accidents due to this operation. Before those monsters were awakened by the Great Devourer, the genomes of bugs were quite non-invasive.

The admiral replied. "I don't agree, but I agree to do it according to their wishes, but now we have other difficulties. According to the Tau's intelligence, the main force of the Red Pirates will reach the bombardment range in two hours, which is in our area. outside.”

"I'm rearranging the array, but the two Arks of Omen..."

"I just want to ask one thing, sir, how is the status of the volcano cannon?"

Alan Bayer pursed his lips, took a sip of coffee, and then answered truthfully. "According to the parameters of the two shots, when firing at full power, the core can hold about 20 rounds, but it will obviously not destroy the two Arks of Evil Omen. I think... the remaining one may require a landing battle to capture it."

The admiral looked at him in disbelief. "Landing? That thing? That is not an existence that humans can understand. The Imperial soldiers went up there just to die innocently, not to mention that its owner is a renegade Space Marine!"

"But we have no choice. Both Skadi and the Destruction Eagle have experience in landing space hulks. They use artillery fire to clear the landing area. Even the Ark of Omen is nothing more than a huge engine!" Alan Bair said With.

The senior admiral cursed. "Emperor, you're crazy, you're all crazy. I shouldn't believe your war, but I have no choice. When the time comes, I will listen to your control. When we deal with the first Omen Ark, we will start landing. Prepare for battle!”